My bad murder

I dragged her into the shed and put her on the floor and chained her hands and feet down I stabbed the Anastasia into her arm she screamed but I liked the sound of pain then she fell unconscious She sad there as I sank the cold hard blade into her in un clothed back as blood slipped out like velvet snakes splattering around the room and howling and screamed for help “no one can help you or hear you” I said her body finally drained out and her body went pale her favourite colour was not red

..... but it was mine